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On the fair Tulip thou dost doat,
Thou cloach'ft it with a gay and party-colour'd Coat.
But the vast Ocean of unbounded Day
In the Empyrean Heav'n does stay;
Thy Rivers, Lakes, and Springs below; From thence took first their Rife, thither at last muft flow.Coxl.
Thro' the rude Chaos thus the running Light Shot the first Ray that piered the native Night : Then Day and Darkness in the Mass were mix'd, Till gather'd in a Globe, the Beams were fix'd. Last Ihone the Sun, who radiant in his Sphere, Illumin's Heav'n and Earth, and rould around the Year. Dryd
Hail holy Light! Offspring of Heav'n, first-born,
Or of th'Éternal Co-eternal Beam :
Bright Efluence of bright Effence increate !
Or hear'lt thou rather pure etherial Stream,
Whose Fountain who shall tell ? Before the Sun,
Before the Heav'ns thou wert, and at the Voice
Of God, as with a Mantle didft invest
The rising World of Waters dark and deep,
Won from the void and formless Infinite :
Thee I revisit now with bolder Wing,
Escap'd the Stygian Pool, tho long detain'd
In that obscure Sojourn ; while in my Flight
Thro' utter, and thro'middle Darkness born,
With other Notes than to the Orphean Lyre
I fong of Chaos and Eternal Night;
Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down
The dark Descent, and up to re-ascend,
Tho' hard and rare: Thee I re-visit safe,
And feel thy Sov'reign vital Lamp; but thou
Re-visit's not these Eyes, that roul in vain
To find thy piercing Ray, and find no Dawn:
So thick a Drop serene has quench'd their Orbs,
Or dim Suffusion veild. Yet not the more
Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt,
Clear Spring, or shady Grove, or sunny Hill,
Smit with the Love of sacred Song: But chief
Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry Brooks beneath,
That wash thy hallow'd Feet, and warbling flow,
Nightly I visit : Nor sometimes forget
Those other Two, equall'd with me in Fate,
So were I equall'd with them in Renown,
Blind Thamyrus, and blind Mæonides,
And Phineas and Tyrefias, Prophets old:
Then feed on Thoughts that voluntary move
Harmonious Numbers, as the wakeful Bird
Sings darkling, and in shadiest Covert hid
Tunes her nocturnal Note. Thus with the Year
Seasons return, but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet Approach of Ev'n and Morn,
Or Sight of vernal Bloom, or Summer's Rose,
Or Flocks, or Herds, or humane Face divine:
But Cloud inftead, and ever-during Dark
Surrounds me ; from the cbearful ways of Man
Cut off, and for the Book of Knowledge fair,
Presented with a universal Blank
Of Nature's Works to me expung'd and ras'd;
And Wisdom at one Entrance quite shut out.
So much the rather, thou Coeleftial Light,
Shine inward, and the Mind thro’ all her Pow'rs
Irradiate; there plant Eyes, all Mift from thence
Purge and disperse, that I may fee and tell
Of things invisible to mortal Sight. Milton. Spoken of bimself.
LIGHTNING. See Greatness, Sickness, Singing, Ne-
cromancer, Storm, Thunder.
Quick Lightning flies when heavy Clouds rush on,
And strikes like Steel and Flint, or Stone and Stone :
For then small Sparks appear, and scatter'd Light
Breaks swiftly forth, and wakes the sleepy Night,
The Night amaz'd begins to hafte away,
As if those Fires were Beams of coming Day. Cre. Lucr.
As when some dreadful Thunder-clap is nigh,
The winged Fire shoots swiftly thro' the Sky,
Strikes and consumes e'er scarce it does appear,
And by the sudden Ill prevents the Fear. Dryd. Ind. Emp.
As when tempestuous Storms o'erspread the Skies,
In whose dark Bowels in-born Thunder lies;
The watry Vapours numberless conspire
To smother and opprefs ch'imprison'd Fire ;
Which, thus colle&ed, gathers greater Force,
Breaks out in Flames, and with impetuous Course
From the Clouds gaping Womb in Lightning flies,
Flashing in ruddy Streaks along the Skies.
The dismal Lightnings all around,
Some flying thro' the Air, fome running on the Ground,
Some swimming o'er the Waters Face,
Fill'd with bright Horrour ev'ry Place,
Cowl. The Clouds, Justling, or puh'd by Winds, rude in their Shock, Tine the flant Lightning, whose thwart Flame driven down Kindles the gummy Bark of Firr, or Pine.
Milt. As where the Lightning runs along the Ground, No Husbandry can heal the blafting Wound;
Nor bladed Grass nor bearded Corn succeed,
But Scales of Scurf, and Putrefaction breed. Dryd. Hind & Pantl.
Like Lightnings fatal Flash,
Which by destructive Thunder is pursu'd,
Blafting chose Fields on which it shin'd before. Roch. Valent.
As when a pointed Flame of Lightning flies,
With mighty Noise exploded from the Skies;
The ruddy Terrour with refiftless Strokes
Invades the Mountain-Pines, and Forest Oaks ;
Wide Lanes a-cross the Woods, and ghastly Tracks,
Where'er it goes, the swift Destruction makes.
Blac, LION. See Creation, Enjoyment, Frown, Joy, Paradise,
Retreat, Revenge, Twilight. Thus as a hungry Lion, who beholds A gamesom Goat, that frisks about the Folds; Or beamy Stag, that grazes on the Plain; He runs, he roars, he shakes his rising Mane, He grins, he opens wide his greedy Jaws; The Prey lies panting underneath his Paws : He fills his familh'd Maw, his Mouth runs o'er With unchew'd Morsels, while he churns the Gore. Dryd. Virg.
The familh'd Lion thus, with Hunger bold, O'erleaps the Fences of the nighty Fold ; And tears the peaceful Flocks : With silent Awe Trembling they lie, and pant beneath his Paw: Dryd. Virg.
So when the gen'rous Lion has in Sighe
His equal Match, he rouses for the Fight:
But when his Foe lies prostate on the Plain,
He sheaths his Paws, uncurls his angry Mane ;
And pleas'd with bloodless Honours of the Day, (Panth.
Walks over, and disdains th'inglorious Prey. Dryd. Hind
As when the Swains the Lybian Lion chace,
He makes a sou’r Retreat, nor mends his Pace;
But if the pointed Jav’lin pierce his Side,
The Lordly Beast returns with double Pride :
He wrenches out the Sceel, he roars for Pain,
His Sides he lashes, and ere&ts his Mane.
His Eye-balls flash with Fire,
Thro' bis wide Nostrils Clouds of Smoke expire. Dryd. Virg.
Thus as a Lion, when he spies from far
A Bull, that seems to meditate the War,
Bending his Neck and spurning back the Sand;
Runs roaring downward from his hilly Stand,
To rush from high on his unequal Foe.
Like a Lion,
Who long has reign'd the Terrour of the Woods,
And dar'd the boldest Huntsmen to the Combat ;
Till caught at length within some hidden Snare, With
With foaming Jaws he bites the Toils that hold him ;
And roars, and towls his fiery Eyes in vain : (Amb. Stepm.
While the surrounding Swains wound him at Pleasure.
LOOKS, or Mien: See Beauty, Eyes.
The King arose with awful Grace,
(Pal. d Arc. Deep Thought was in his Breast, and Counsel in his Face.Dryd.
Deep on his Front engraven,
Deliberation fate, and publick Care,
And Princely Council in his Face yet Ihone.
Big made he was and tall ; his Port was fierce ;
Erect his Countenance : Manly Majesty
Sate in his Front, and darted from his Eyes,
Commanding all he view'd.
Dryd. Oedip. His awful Presence did the Crowd surprize, Nor durft the rath Spectators meet bis Eyes ; Eyes that confess'd him born for Kingly Sway, So fierce they falh'd intolerable Day. Dryd. Pal. Los Árc.
The Trojan Chief appear'd in open Sight,
August in Visage, and ferenely bright:
Mother Goddess, with her Hands divine,
Had form'd his curling Locks, and made his Temples shine;
Had giv'n his rouling
Eyes a sparkling Grace,
And breach'd a youthful Vigour on his Face:
Like polish'd Iv'ry, beauteous to behold;
Or Parian Marble
, when enchas d with Gold.
Amid the Press appears the beauteous Boy :
His lovely Face'unarm’d, his Head was bare ;
In Ringlets o'er his Shoulders hung his Hair ;
His Forehead circled with a Diadem.
Distinguish'd from the Croud he shines a Gem,
Enchas'd in Gold : Or polith'd Iv'ry, fet
Amidst the meaner Foil of fable Jet.
Dryd. Virg. Thro' his youthful Face, Wrath checks the Beauty, and sheds manly Grace ; Both in his Looks so joyn'd, that they might move Fear ev'n in Friends, and from an En’my Love. Hot as ripe Noon, sweet as the blooming Day:
Cew. What's he, who with contracted Brow, And fullen Port, glooms downward with his Eyes ; At once regardless of his Chains or Liberty ? He shuns
my Kindness ; Aod with a haughty Mien and stern Civility, Dumbly declines all Office: If he speak, 'Tis scarce above a Word ; as he were born Alone to Do, and did disdain to talk, At least to talk where he must not command. Cong. Mourn. Bride.
That gloomy Out-side, like a rusty Chest, Contains che shining Treasure of a Soul Resolv'd and brave.
Dryd. Don Seb. He looks fecure of Death: Saperiour Greatness; Like Jove, when he made Face, and said, Thou art The Slave of my Creation. . He looks as Man was made, with Face ere&t, That scorns his brittle Gorps, and seems asham'd He's not all Spirit : His Eyes with a dumb Pride, Accusing Fortune that he fell not warm, Yet now disdains to live.
Dryd. Don Seb. By his warlike Port, His fierce Demeanour, and erected Look, He's of no vulgar Note.
Dryd. Au for Love.
Methinks you breathe
Another Soul ; your Looks are more divine ;
You speak a Hero, and you move a God. Dryd. A! for Love.
Care fate on his faded Cheek; but under Brows
Of dauntless Courage, and consid'rate Pride,
Waiting Revenge. Cruel his Eye, but caft
Signs of Remorse and Passion.
His grave Rebuke,
Severe in youthful Beauty, added Grace
Milt. LOVE. 'See Abfence, Enjoyment. Love, the most gen'rous Passion of the Mind : The softest Refuge Innocence can find. The safe Director of unguided Youth, Fraught with kind Wishes, and secur'd by Truth : The Cordial-drop Heav'n in our Cup has thrown, To make the nauseous Draught of Life go down: On which one only Blessing God might raise, In Lands of Atheists, Subsidies of Praise : For none did e'er so dull and stupid prove, But felt a God, and bless'd his Pow'r in Love.
Roch. Love rais'd his noble Thoughts to brave Achievements : For Love's the Steel chat strikes upon the Flint; Gives Coldness Heat, exerts the hidden Flame, (Love Trium, And spreads the Sparkles round to warm the World. Dryd.
Love that does all that's Noble here below. Dryd. Don Seb.
For Love's not always of a vicious Kind,
But oft co virtuous Acts inflames the Mind :
Awakes the sleepy Vigour of the Soul;
And, brushing o'er, adds Motion to the Pool :
Love, studious how to please, improves our Parts
With pollish'a Manners, and adorns with Arts
Love first invented Verse, and form’d the Rhyme,
The Motion measur'd, harmoniz'd the Chime;